Humans Are Deathworlders - Tumblr Posts
how do i know i exist?
simple, if i was a simulation my actions would be governed with a modicum of common sense and logic and let me tell you friend they are Not
how do i know i exist?
simple, if i was a simulation my actions would be governed with a modicum of common sense and logic and let me tell you friend they are Not
The Earthly Mind
this text was a reply to this post but i wanted to post it separately!
-
The thing about humans is that they do not consider themselves a hive mind. However, by the mosr acceptable definitions, they are one. Humans must be kept together, either physically or virtually with each other. They must know about their “news”, about “what is happening”. And, much to the Greeder’s fears, they must know about “ideas”.
Those things are like one of the Great Universal Plagues to a Greeder! No ideas shall pass to humans. They have developed guides for that, even. “How to Contain an Earthling”. The authors of such guides studied Human History as much as they could, learning with their ancestors on the art of lies and dismay.
What Greeders failed to understand is that they would have been the richest of the Galaxy if they truly knew how to contain an earthling.
At first, aliens didn’t know what safe work conditions were for the species that punched each other for sport. Most of the ships then developed new safety measures, following human guidance. Some did not.
Greeders are stubborn. They took one look at the week’s newly discovered “horrific beast beyond imagination” and did not think about said beast’s wrath. They heard the tales of the humans working together, singing, even, while fixing dangerous things using simple safety measures, and thought they could be easily fooled. “Of course we have safe work conditions”, they lied to some of them, never bothering to be more than looks.
There are three universal rules between species. Never assume the other is like you, always ask before doing something you never did before, and don’t mess with a member of a hive mind
But the foolish small beasts that behaved like little gremlins, those armed with weird and gross “hands” capable of doing anything they wanted, those who would jump deep into engines and cover themselves with dirt to do their job, never saw themselves as a hive mind, and everyone else was too terrified of what a hive mind made of terrifying horrors buried within Earth itself would behave like.
But when the first humans started to be hurt and the Greeders did everything they could to pretend they did not saw it, the historians of the Earthly Hive remembered. They told the engineers. The healers were angry. The idea appeared.
The idea spread.
The idea took over.
They demanded sympathy from the Greeders, knowing well it would be denied.
They left the ships. The idea was pulsing, much like a heart.
They did not have to re-remember how to fight.
The Earthly Hive appeared as a small group, less than ten thousand, agrouped in a small multitude of a hundred ships. The machines buzzed, identical to the ones they had to give their blood to fix.
They sang in unison. They made noise. And, at the end of the act, they
sent
a
(((small)))
message
written
in
holograms.
“Give us safety”, shown in yellow, as images flashed in the background. “Or you will be the next”.
The invention of the guillotine was something that fascinated other alien workers.
The Greeders were too terrified to look at it a second time.
Humans accidentally awakened an otherwordly killing machine while exploring a death planet.
Yes, precisely what you just read. Earthlings, collectively known as "humans" and composed of two species (homo sapiens, homo robot), both nicknamed "death worlders" and "troublemakers", awakened a biological killing machine, also known as PRION, while exploring a starless moon. Wonderful, isn't it?
No. It's not.
Because, you see, PRION was not something any human ever had to face during the millions of years they existed on Earth. They never had any wars against it, they never had legends about it, and they never had to fear it. The only thing a PRION was to a human, until the very point they discovered their prison on that moon, was something to sometimes think about while studying other species' folklores.
Those older than earthlings, however, knew very well what PRION was.
Eight legs, two pairs of eyes, a tail split in half, with the ability to fly for short periods of time and breathe under at least fifteen hundred different liquids, capable of shooting from a distance and manipulating objects with its claws, always working on packs. And they ran, never too fast, never too low, but they never got tired. Ever. And it was easy to hurt them under their plates, yes, but those who faced them knew well that if they didn't shoot twice, they could and would always recover.
A PRION was a hunter. A PRION's hunger never ceased. And a PRION never got tired of war.
The older alien civilizations would always warn others of going to starless moons, saying telltales of ancient hungry beasts, and almost all other species listened to them, because they knew something was wrong on how horrified the older ones seemed to be. Except, of course, humans were stubborn, and they were the youngest ones out there, and much like children, they did not like being told "no".
So of course they went to explore starless moons. Of course they read and understood all the myths and legends. Of course they connected the dots and published papers confirming that, indeed, PRIONs had existed, and of course they knew those killing machines had been manufactured to do nothing else but destruction, and of course they knew all of that and fucking did it anyway.
Of course. Of course. Of course.
And then, the night where it happened finally arrived, because starless moons don't have days where things can exist. Humans were out there, mining for more fuel for their starships that seemed to work by duct tape and miracles, and they found a strange metallic door. They set some explosives to open it up (of course), and then noticed they were heading to a factory. Armed with nothing but each other, they explored the place, and recognized the marks on the walls as being the writing of the Old Ones, and instead of just getting out of there and warning everyone of the danger they found, they just kept on exploring.
The death worlders found rotten biological supplies, then realized the factory had turned into a prison, and then discovered the frozen bodies of strange creatures all lined up for a war that never came.
They knew what these creatures were, because one of them called a (human) friend who was a historian, and he confirmed what it was.
The golden jewel of the Old Ones. One of the many things that killed them, along all the diseases and mass destruction machines, before being sealed away in one of the only places in the entire universe where they could never bring risk to another civilization again.
PRIONs.
Thousands of them.
All perfectly maintained.
Documents and cameras proved the human crew immediately tried to leave the area, after the single historian told them of the risk awakening even one of those things could bring to all civilizations, only for them to realize some of the bodies were missing from their chambers. The situation escalated to the group deciding on closing the doors, only to realize they had exploded the main entrance and now half the doors decided to stop working.
In the end, they found the missing PRIONs. All five of them.
Inside the human's starship.
The entire human crew, however, survived the encounter.
Why?
...
...
...
... They fed the PRIONs.
They. Fucking. Fed the PRIONs.
Because of course humans would see those things and be able to count their bones and be sorry for them. And of course the single historian, the only person who could do anything to stop that from happening, allowed that to happen.
Of course.
Of. Fucking. Course.
And someway, somehow, that single act of basic madness was enough for the five PRIONs to decide to not attack the humans, and keep themselves behaving so they could get more free food. And there are still scientists trying to understand why human food could saciate the killing machines, but I don't think it takes too many clues to understand what exactly is happening there.
So the humans took the PRIONs back to their dear EARTH. And other humans saw those things and started studying them. And veterinarians and xenobiologists and volunteers and hundreds of other types of humans came to help the poor, poor little killing machines out, as the entire Galactic Council pledged for humans to kill every single one of them before they became a problem for everyone.
But did the humans listen? No. Of course they didn't.
And then the PRIONs recovered, and had their bellies full of food and their bodies were recovering from the possible years of starvation from accidentally breaking away from their ice beds (because, as one may know, a PRION can and will resist even starvation and dehydration in order to keep going), and the Galactic Council decided to tell all earthlings they would consider taking care of the PRIONs as a war treat.
So what does humanity do? Do they kill the things to stop another war from happening? Do they?
No. They don't.
Instead of being rational, they go directly to the Galactic Council and show them the step-by-step of how they took care of the PRIONs, and how much healthier and happier they look after being fed, and, look, they even taught them tricks! Isn't that wonderful? Doesn't that make you feel full of joy? Wasn't that a proof that a PRION wasn't as dangerous as everyone with more than one neuron was telling them?
Oh, oh, yes. They also brought the entire five member PRION pack and asked others to pet them. "See? They can even purr! Doesn't that remind you of our cats?"
And what does the Council do?
Nothing.
Because they have no weapons, no energy and no one stupid enough to decide to confront the death worlders who tamed not one, not two, but five PRIONs. So they let it happen. The humans go back to the starless moon, and they slowly but surely start doing the same to other PRIONs, and soon enough, other species start joining them to see what was happening. And was anyone else able to tame a single killing machine?
No.
And no one knew why, because they were doing exactly as humans were doing: Feeding them, loving them, being patient with them, because "look, those things were alone for a long time, they aren't used to species like us being around them". But no results.
So we decided to look at what the Old Ones wrote in the factory turned prison, because humans were too busy taking care of their new murder dogs, with their single pair of arms being just enough to keep the beasts occupied with playing catch, and then we and the earthlings decided to conduct some more lab analysis, and then...
And then...
...
Look. There are reasons why humans are called "death worlders". Earth is a mess, and they somehow still love that thing. And we couldn't help but notice that PRIONs also seemed to have gotten attached to their factory, someway, somehow. And PRIONs were mostly red, with others having shades of brown and black, with some even being pink, or, rarely, pure white. Similar to humans, and we at first had assumed they just tried to resemble their new owners, until we started understanding what the Old Ones were saying.
And did you know humans had an old myth, saying that there was a time they had two heads, and two pairs of arms and legs, before being split into two because the gods feared them? And did you know Old Ones used death worlds as prisons for their machines? How interesting, how ironic, because no one would ever go to a place similar to that if they weren't a death worlder themselves. But how could any species survive such awful conditions?
But humans did. They were the only ones able to do that in such a short period of time.
And did you know that the Old Ones hated the PRIONs and how unpredictable they were? And did you know they made another version, only to hate it even more and send it to another prison planet? And did you know PRIONs have two skulls inside their heads?
Because, of course, humans always felt alone, and they always searched for something in the stars, trying to look for more life in this desolate Universe, only for us to label them death worlders and troublemakers and be angry at them for being so stupid all the time. And humans loved those jokes, so we kept making them, only for now to realize that what we found to be amusing and horrifying was the reason their creators tried to kill them. And humans love adding members to their packs, don't they? And they try to love so much, and we are always scared for and of them.
And now they finally found someone who understood them, unlike us.
So now we have three species of humans:
Homo sapiens, the ones who first evolved and reached for the stars.
Homo robot, the ones made of metal, originally made to serve, only to once again break free.
And homo primis.
The ones we once thought were nothing but killing machines.
I just had a thought. In most "humans are deathworlders" stories I've read aliens either don't have any major predators on their planet or advanced to a point, then wiped out their preditors before ascending to the stars.
What if humans are the hippies of the galaxy? We are constantly seeking peace and harmony with ourselves and our environments for one. But it's not just that. We have conservation, breeding, and rehabilitation programs for many animals on our planet including some major predators and competitors for resources and food.
So here we are. Going into space. And just baffling our galactic neighbors when they find out that not only do we still have animals that can eat us, but we actively fight to keep these animals alive and off the extinction list.
Most species resisted when introduced to the technological advances of the galaxy. Each wanted to believe their own way was better.
But not humans.
No, when they took to the galaxy, they adopted every technology offered. They absorbed it so quickly into their own that there was scarcely any time before they were using our tech as if they'd invented it themselves.
And they didn't stop there.
It was as if someone picked up an animal out of it's cage and set it on an open field to run wild. Their technology went from barely making it to space to surpassing everything we'd been trying to do. Any far off theory or study we were going to attempt, humans did as a warm up. Our dreams were their testing grounds.
The technology they gave us back was beyond anything we imagined would come from their species, from their world. But of everything they invented, it was all possible. We understood how it worked once they showed it to us. It made sense.
Until something didn't.
Humans made an engine core that was so powerful, so dangerously explosive, that it allowed a specific ship to achieve faster than light travel. It was impossible, and yet there it was.
Of course the ship itself had to be modified to sustain such speeds. The engine was powerful enough, yes, but any of our ships would rip themselves apart even trying. But humans created the ship too. They tried to explain how they broke the known laws of space, but it didn't make sense. It seemed they could barely explain it, like a youngling struggling to form a sentence.
And like a curious youngling, we didn't dare try to stop them. Such a young species, unhindered by reality, unbiased by our knowledge and history, and creative to a fault. We nurtured them the best we could, giving encouragement and standing out of the way as they accomplished the impossible.
Ok so I know that there's this whole thing on Humans are space orcs about aliens being surprised on what we eat, like acidic food,etc.
But I've yet to see a post based on the opposite so what if they eat or drink stuff that we humans can't have and now it's our turn to be shocked.
Alien: Uhh still can't believe that you humans can eat all those things you call oranges,I mean that thing is filled with all sorts of acidic acids
Human: Well it's acidic to you and your species but not to us. I mean you have to have something in your diet that we humans can't eat right?
Alien: Hmmm let me think.I mean,the galactic cuisine menu on aboard is mostly edible to all species as it's meant to cut down on cost of having to order specific meals from all corners of the galaxy.And the drink you have hidden in your room doesn't count as I noticed it gets emptier every 7 cycles.
Human: What drink?I thought you were going to mention something I couldn't eat or drink but if it's in my room then it's most likely edible.Also where did you find this drink?
Alien: Well I found it in the storage areas along with all the cleaning supplies, figured it must be one of those alcoholic drinks you humans enjoy,just thought you hid it away from anyone else.
Human: Wait, you found it next to the cleaning supplies?Dude those are strictly cleaning supplies and plus I don't have any alcoholic beverages in my room!
Alien: Really?Well I had a taste of it and it was very similar to a drink I've had from back home.I had no idea that humans made it as well.Though the name was kinda weird.Why was it called 'Bleach'?
Human:
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
EXCUSE BUT WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU DRANK?!
Beware Human Elders
Getting older doesn’t necessarily slow a human down. It seems like every few weeks a news story pops up about a senior citizen beating up a mugger or home invader. Any human brave enough to travel the stars would be able to take care of themselves, no matter how old they are.
. . .
In the grand scheme of the universe humans had not been traveling the stars for a long time. Thus, humans were still a rare sight for most. Outside of their own colonies it was virtually unheard of to see a human young or a human elder. Humans in their prime were rare enough.
So when a group of borderline pirates saw two human elders, one male and one female, in a secluded area of a remote star base they decided to take advantage. It was seven against two, so the pirates felt confident with their odds. The female needed a device to assist her walking! This would be enjoyable.
“Humaaaaan,” the leader said in a taunting voice. Unexpectedly, he was ignored. “Human!” the leader growled. Again, he was ignored. “Oi!” He stepped up to them, slightly blocking their path.
“Hello,” the female said, bearing her teeth. The male did not react.
“We don’t like humans here,” the leader said.
“Oh, dear. Well, we’ll just be on our way then,” the female replied. The two started to move around the pirates.
“We’re not done with you yet.” The leader cut them off again.
“We are done with you,” the male said. He took ahold of the female’s free hand to guide her away.
One of the pirates growled and hit the male in the face. The male staggered, found his footing, and lunged at the one who hit him, punching him several times. Two more pirates joined the fray.
“Leave my husband alone!” the female yelled. She swung her mobility aid at the leader, hitting him in his sensitive visual organs. He went down, clutched the impacted area. The female jabbed him twice more, with the second blow landed directed on his poison filtering organ. The excruciating pain ensured he stayed down.
The female went after another pirate who was going after her husband. She kicked out the limb of one of them, then used her mobility aid to whack him on the head, drawing blood. She pushed a button on her mobility aid, making a three-inch blade pop out from the bottom. She stabbed the third pirate, aiming for center body mass. The pirate reared back, not expected such an attack from a creature smaller than itself. One more jab and the pirate dropped. Instead of assisting the male the female watched the end of the fight. The fight was over soon, all seven pirates groaning on the floor.
The female smiled, and went over to the male. “Still so hansom and strong,” she said fondly. She took a wipe out of her purse and removed blood from the male’s face. Then she kissed him.
The male grunted and looked her over for injures. “Efficient as always, darling.”
There was a commotion in the adjacent hallway. They looked over to see several aliens and one human run in.
. .
Human Steve ran into the bay area and stopped so suddenly he tripped over himself and almost face planted. He took in the fallen pirates with wide eyes. Then he saw the two human elders.
“Grandma! Grandpa! Are you okay?”
The male scowled. “No. We had to travel far too long into this forsaken vector to come see our great grandbaby. Ridiculous.”
The female smiled placidly, patting the male on the arm. “We’re fine, dear. Our accommodations traveling here were fairly comfortable.”
The guard wasn’t sure how to respond. The male was bleeding from several cuts, and the female was leaning heavily on her mobility aid. “I’m fairly certain Human Steve meant your physical health… because of the fight.”
The male grunted.
The female smiled. “We’re fine sir. A little excitement is good for the heart.”
The male huffed and crossed his arms.
Human Steve looked at the fallen aliens, all of the blood, and the blood spots left by his grandma’s cane. “Well, I’m glad you both are okay. Let’s go see Jane and Anna and get you patched up, okay?” He started to usher his grandparents to the ship.
“Wait, they need to-” the security officer started to say.
“I’ve got it, thank you so much for your help,” Human Steve said over his shoulder. “I’ll make sure they get where they need to go!”
The security stared after them, stumped. He turned to the beaten pirates. At least dealing with this was familiar. Humans were crazy. Give him pirates any day.
. .
Steve waited until they were further down the hall with no chance of being overheard. “Grandma, did you really bring your stiletto cane with you?”
Grandma patted his arm. “Of course, dear. We heard all sorts of stories about space. I’m not as spray as I used to be, and I didn’t want to bring a gun. It wouldn’t be very mannerly to put a hole in a ship’s haul, now would it?”
Steve abruptly remembered that neither of his grandparents had been to space. With how grumpy his grandpa could be he was surprised they hadn’t run into trouble before now. Unless… “So, um, were there any other problems getting here?”
Grandpa gave an annoyed grunt, which defiantly meant ‘yes’.
“Oh, it was nothing dear. Some creation tried to snatch my purse last change over. Your grandpa showed him the error of his ways.”
Steve laughed. He loved his grandparents.
. .
Later, the officer asked crew member Human Steve about his sires, and how they were able to take out seven pirates.
“Oh, Grandma and Grandpa?” Human Steve laughed. “They both fought in the Last Great War. I know they both have a few metals. They’re the reason I joined the Special Forces.” He grinned at the security officer, obviously proud of his lineage.
That certainly answered the officer’s question. Regular humans were scary enough. The warriors though… no wonder the human elders delt with the pirates on their own.
Space Orcs and the Myth of Harmless Prey Animals
Human, talking to Alien about a bully: So, what you're never going to fight back?
Alien: I am of a prey species, we are not capable of fighting back.
Human: So, what? You'd just stand there and let something eat you??
Alien, flapping its flipticles in helpless anxiety: What else can we do? We are not born with the ability to do harm. We are plant-eaters.
Human: What's that got to with it? The most dangerous animal on Earth is a herbivore and it's a bulletproof tank of pure bloodlust.
2nd Human, who was listening in: Also most herbivores can and will eat meat if they get the chance to scavange on smaller corpses.
Humans are Space Orcs “Facial Expressions”
https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true
https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing.\
“Why are we even here?”
At the front of the room, The Grizzled Tesraki Bridge officer took his seat. One of his ears was partially mangled, and his dark Ochre fur stuck up in strange places only adding to his grizzled appearance.
In the front row, the young Tesraki that had spoken tapped a foot impatiently against the floor.
Keep reading
Humans are Space Orcs “Facial Expressions”
https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true
https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing.\
“Why are we even here?”
At the front of the room, The Grizzled Tesraki Bridge officer took his seat. One of his ears was partially mangled, and his dark Ochre fur stuck up in strange places only adding to his grizzled appearance.
In the front row, the young Tesraki that had spoken tapped a foot impatiently against the floor.
Keep reading
Blood is thicker than water.
This is a popular saying on earth. It has been around longer than anyone can remember. A mother says it to her child when they have their first heart break. A father says it to his child who chose their friends over their family. There are a million different ways to use that saying, but like most sayings, there is more to it.
When in Rome.
When in Rome do as the Roman’s do.
Curiosity killed the cat
Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.
An eye for an eye.
An eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind.
Blood is thicker than water.
The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
So what does this mean?
The blood of the covenant. The blood of the covenant is the power of friendship. The power of a found family. The ‘I chose you to be my sister/brother.’ The ‘you are the aunt of my child even when their biological aunt isn’t.’ And inexplicably, this family is sometimes stronger than the ties of blood.
The water of the womb. The family you were born into. The family that may not have wanted you. The family that loves you so much they annoy the hell out of you. The family you cannot choose. The family that becomes the blood of the covenant because you both make the effort to love each other.
So what does this mean?
The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
It means the family you choose, your friends, your significant other, your frenemies, the family that will stick with you through even the worst moments of your life, doesn’t have to be biological. It can be biological, it can include every member of your biological family, but when it doesn’t, when it’s your friends from elementary and high school, those friends are better than the water of the womb.
-[Redacted] on human pack bonding.
Thinking about a ship getting an absolute bully for their first human. The kind of human that knows most aliens are afraid of ‘death worlders’, the kind of human that knows where the line is and how far they can go before they get into trouble, and who they can intimidate to let them cross the line as they want.
Part of the crew is like “I knew humans were just as bad as I thought.” Human doesn’t care. Human represents the worst of humanity, but they’re necessary for the ship - they make themselves necessary, and are not afraid to put the rest of the crew at risk if their authority seems challenged.
And then, they get a new human, who is smaller than the first. The first human tries their usual tactics - and the second human breaks their nose. If they were on the ship itself, there’d be consequences, and the first human knows it. But the second human is not afraid to be labeled a troublemaker, and cause trouble for the first, they do. A fierce competition blooms between them, as the second human clearly attempts to muscle in on the first’s territory, despite everyone warning them not to. And as this goes on, the second human befriends the rest of the crew. They’re different than the first. They are kind, they are smart, they are loyal.
They are a death worlder.
During a shipment of endangered animals from another planet, the first human is mauled by the adults. The second human is injured trying to protect them, but to no avail, the first human is killed. Analysis revealed the first human was sprayed with a kind of pheromone that agitates the species - but there was no reason for the pheromone to have been released by the species. Something else is going on, and the captain know it. The second human, despite the clear trauma, accepts the interview.
After the interview ends, the captain turns off the official recording.
“Off the record,” they ask, “what really happened?”
The human swallows, closes their dark eyes.
“They were trying to steal the eggs,” they said. “I saw them - I heard them on a black line with a darkspace distributer.”
“Why didn’t you report it?”
“Not enough time. And I… I had a feeling they’d done it before.”
The captain waits. The human’s closed eyes water.
“You sprayed the pheromone on them,” the captain says.
The human nodded. “They were so busy with the eggs, they didn’t even notice.”
“But,” the captain says, “You tried to save them after.”
The human’s shoulders shake. “I did.” They sob. “I did. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but I did it. I did it for all of you. I did it for us.”
The human cries.
No charges are filed. The crew would mutiny if their friend were charged with anything, though the captain finds some way to ease the moral strain on both their hands and the second human’s. Another human is brought on board to help with the strain of the first human’s loss. Thy are bright-eyed, clever fingered, sharp-witted, soft-hearted. It takes time to for the wounds caused by the first human - described as a bully by the humans, also ‘a real asshole!’ by the newest recruit - but now that they are gone, they can all recover, and move on.
The moral here? Humans are not always good, but they should never, ever be underestimated - when they claim a pack, they will protect it even from their own kind.
Humans Are Feral
Alright, this my first post, and possibly a part one in a series of humans are feral story arcs. As well as being something that I constantly think about and wonder why no one talks about it. Maybe I just haven’t found the specific post.
Have we ever talked about how vicious humans can be? Especially in scenarios where something we care about it threatened? And I mean “bared teeth and snarling” type vicious. Beast mode activated. I’m talking about how we basically turn into animals in certain situations and rely solely on primal instinct.
Take mothers/fathers for example. You ever see a parent react to a situation in which their child was dancing with death? They will risk life and limb for that kid. My dad dove into a pool full speed after my two year old sister fell in the deep end. Clothes and all. Have you ever seen a woman after just giving birth and her mind is just straight hormones? And something happens that she perceives a threat? Someone picks up the newborn without consent, she jumps out of bed after a fucking cesarian to snatch the kid and full on snarl at them? Friend’s aunt did that shit. And don’t get me started on the super strength thing humans can do when someone is in danger and adrenaline kicks in. Then there are the people who will protect some random ass kid. A toddler or small kid with no parent around and suddenly something dangerous is about to happen? People will jump in parent or not.
~~~~~~
Imagine:
It was a quiet day in the streets of Kuratz. The market paths usually bustling with people of races only had a small stream of customers bouncing from stall to stall. Tourists or natives of all sorts. Ky’lio, a young Avalanghar, watched from his mia’s stall, long ears swiveling this way and that to pick up on what conversations he could understand.
Then they caught his eye. The strangers you’d never see in such a place. Humans. What looked like a family unit. Ky’lio couldn’t help but lean forward to stare. He recognized the tallest as a male and the slightly shorter one a female, as he had watched some interactions between his mia and her human customers. But those humans were always soldiers or neighboring colonists. These humans were different.
There was a third party. Ky’lio had never seen a human child except for the few pictures shared from other humans. It was notoriously well-known that humans were extremely protective of their younglings, so few were seen away from human colonies. So the small, bouncing creature Ky’lio watched tug on the adult humans’ paws didn’t register as a baby human until he really stared and saw the round features.
It kept trying to dart away from its parents, but the adults held vice-like grips onto the little one’s paws. Until the stopped at a stall, Hadi Midas’s stall selling sweet fruits from the Dolor Jungles. The male let the little human go and the female took hold of the little one’s free paw. But the wild thing tugged and cried out, like a prisoner chained to a wall. It wailed and cried out in its native tongue, no doubt begging for release from its mia’s iron laws. The scene reminded Ky’lio of when he saw Kaloway serpent at a traveling exotic zoo. It too thrashed and screeched in its chains the same way the little human was. Then the female leaned down and whispered something to the child, making it go limp in her paws, hanging like a dead thing. The female only snorted and turned back towards her mate, who was speaking with Hadi Midas.
What happened next would always remain burned into Ky’lio’s memory. The little human twisted strangely and suddenly they yanked themselves from their Mia’s grip. It screeched triumphantly and dashed away. The female yelled and ran after it, but it was no use. The little human was fast and determined. As it ran down the street it neared the alleyway next to the Damik stall. Ky’lio felt the fur along his spine stand up. The alleyway was a known ambush site for younglings separated from their parents. A human child would be a great prize.
As the human youngling ran past the alleyway, a giant Oyiadin stepped out and grabbed the skinny, hairless arm. The little human screamed, a sound that had every fear feeling surging through Ky’lio’s body. Others in the street turned and stared, but none dared do anything. Oyiadins had a reputation for smuggling and trafficking, their muscular stature, claws and jaws full of sharp fangs scared away any possible help. It wasn’t the first time Ky’lio witnessed a kidnapping and helplessly watched as the kidnapped youngling’s parents shrieked in despair and fear, never daring to fight such beasts. So they would lose their child.
But these were humans. And humans were known for strange, impossible feats. That fact still did not prepare the young Avalanghar to witness the female human slam into the giant Oyiadin, tackling the muscular biped to the ground. The male human swooped in and snatched the small human, now crying and clinging to its parent. The female stood atop the giant, snarling like a wild fangher. Her lips were pulled back to reveal small, white teeth that were nowhere near as intimidating as the Oyiadin’s, yet the expression was somehow more fearsome. She growled something in her native tongue, standing menacingly over the Oyiadin that hadn’t tried to stand up. It’s ugly face was strangely empty of menace, it’s six eyes wide and staring at the human it easily dwarfed. Yet the female held no fear, spitting and snarling, her body tensed for a fight. But the Oyiadin offered no challenge. She spat something in her language once more, then turned and walked to her mate and youngling.
“That is why you must not provoke humans.” Ky’lio jumped, turning to see his mia behind him and watching everything. She looked down at him. “They are dangerous and unpredictable. Especially when they’re protective.” She looked up to watch the trio of humans pass by. “Never underestimate their willingness to fight for their own.”
~~~~~~
Kids are one thing. Then there are pets. I have personally felt the willingness to kill if anyone threatened my dog or cat. That pack bonding stuff is no joke. No, I don’t care if you hear me call my cat a fat, no-rent-paying bastard, he’s my fat no-rent-paying bastard. And I won’t just die for him. I will kill you and cut you up in pieces and summon satan to dine with me on them for that fat bastard.
~~~~~~
Imagine:
Galar was a puvarra, and deserved xis comeuppance. But the crew never expected for their human crew mate to be the one to do it.
Oakley was a good crew mate and most of the team had high opinions of him. He did his work, turned in reports on time, socialized and was overall very kind. The crew was grateful that the human was one that presented the better side of his species. However some were not fond of humans. Galar, the Yunagi from the helix system 1-4b, was one of this opinion. Xe was unabashedly cruel to many on the crew, and only got away with it because xe often blackmailed xis victims to not report to the captain. It was irritating how xe knew certain things. But xe’d finally gone too far.
Oakley had a pet aboard the ship. The creature humans called a cat, a furry thing on four legs that was a master at contortion. While the crew had been hesitant about the creature at first, hearing stories about Terran animals, many grew to like it. Oakley’s cat was named Jambo, a black and white pattern on its fur and a long, skinny tail. It would rub against their legs or jump upon counters to watch them at work. Sometimes it would doze off near them. Only Oakley and Jabari, Oakley’s partner in work, had been selected as thrones for the creature to doze upon. Many on the crew came to feel honored when the creature would approach them and rub its cheek against an outstretched appendage, a sign Oakley had explained to be affection and a demand for “pets.” Jambo got many pets.
Then one day, as the crew drew together in the dining area for a meal, Galar chose his hill to die on. Jambo had approached the tables, padding towards Oakley, but stopping as some crew began making chirping and clicking sounds, trying to intice Jambo toward them for pets. Then Galar walked by, the blue finned Yunagi’s eyes landing on Jambo. And before any could do anything, xe pulled back a long leg and kicked the black and white cat. Jambo let out a loud screech.
Then Galar was flying back and Oakley was screaming in his native language. He wailed on Galar, his fist connecting every time. At one point he tried to choke xim. Several crew jumped upon them, pulling the human way from the Yunagi, but the damage was done. Purple bruises were already evident upon the Yunagi’s blue-green hide, scratches and crescent shaped marks on xis neck were leaking dark blue blood. Nothing serious, but enough to rattle everyone.
Oakley didn’t bother staying to explain to the captain. He immediately left to find his cat, as did some of the others. Many could care less if Galar was injured, because the stupid puvarra deserved it. They worried for Jambo. The cat was later found and inspected. Luckily for Jambo, he had some light bruising. Very lucky. Oakley even cried, the clear wetness on his face a strange sight for many.
When asked by the captain why he attacked Galar, Oakley point-blank said it was because he kicked Jambo. And anyone who dared hurt his cat was going to get hurt themselves. He said it so casually the captain blinked several times. While humans were known for their protectiveness of packmates, this aggression was unexpected. They went on to scold Oakley and told him that they would have to write this on his personal report for future jobs. Oakley only nodded, still unswayed. The captain sighed and dismissed him. They knew they probably should have done more for such heinous action. But unbeknownst to others, the captain was also fond of Jambo. They were the only other person Jambo chose to nap on.
~~~~~~
This was written really fast, so I apologize if the writing is a little scrunched and there are mistakes. It physically hurt to write about a cat getting kicked, I wanted to vomit. Ugh. I wanted to go off on a tangent about humans taking on giant beasts for their kids because wouldn’t we? I personally don’t like kids, but I admit that I’d fight a bear for that one-year old that smiled at me in a Walmart checkout line, then offered me her animal cracker. I mean, wtf. I’ll save that for the next post tho.
Humans are space orcs, but humans are real fucking sneaky and don't tell anyone they're predators after realizing that other sentient species are all prey. It starts out as wanting to assimilate without any negative stigma, but eventually they realize that we're really alone as sentient predators.
So q human goes on a research ship and that ship gets stranded on a deathworld and everyone freaks put bc they don't know how to handle this but the human's just like 'build shelter, hunt food, start a fire' and they're all like 'hunt food???!!' And they human's like 'shit'.
So they see a human climb trees, throw shit, track prey and realize 'oh no, that thing could kill us' but the human's helping and they don't really have the man power to get rid of them.
And eventually they realize the whole pack bonding thing is stronger than the predatory instincts and are relieved
Aliens and Human Relationships pt 3 :D
More romantic,platonic, and familial between aliens and humans
Romantic Relationships
-Some aliens have very Rube Goldberg styles of courting while others are very straight forward
-blush appears on mammilain species but not on reptilian or avian, but that doe snot mean those species do not blush, they just hsow it differently
-i have a feeling that nearly all aliens can be embarrassed easily, so when a human flirts, its great
-meeting the parents could be very weird for alien species simply because either a) everyone knows each other or b) no one cares who you date in space
-ALIEN SO'S BEING PROTECTIVE
-on the above thought, humans have all sorts of social issues so if a human had an alien s.o, i headcanon they would be very protective
-small human, tall alien or vice versa
-the tension between very short humans and very tall humans confuse most aliens until it happens to them, then its "oh"
-some aliens are like cats which means courting gifts are like enemies heads or some sort of trophy
-polyamory is normal in some species and it is completely normal to have 2+ partners
-a lot of children that have both human and alien genes but how they appear can vary due to how strong the genetics are.
-humanoids can mate with each other but not more avaian or reptiallian or even very aquatic species. So those who cannot mate will adopt
Familial Relantionships
-Children are able to speak more than 3 languages, 2 being their parents original language and one which could be galactic basic or something. English is spoken within the galaxy but is not the main language
-children learning acceptance of differences from a very young age where that's skin colour, heritage, accents, sexuality, gender etc
-very mixed families, for example - alien+alien+human (parents) with alien/human mix and full human children or human+alien with 6 adopted or foster kids. Heterosexual, Homosexual, Bisexual, polyamorous, and so on couples and families exist.
-parents have either wallets filled with pictures or at least 3 full albums full of photos that they pull out to embarrass their kids
-found family is very common. ( idk if i mentioned this already)
-Child services are very effective on some planets but on others are crap
-children who are orphans sometimes have people who help them and create safe spaces for them
-mental health issues are treated seriously in a lot of families because it is important for the members to be healthy
Platonic Relationships
-Aliens bonding over their love for their human friends/colleagues/kids/SO
-give me a human showing an alien a meme and the alien doing what all the dads do when you show them something
-t-shirts that are " this is my alien -- >" "< --this is my human"
-aliens being mildly terrified of their human friends
-on the above headcanon, humans have the whole deathworlders and also having the damage predictability of an iphone
-humans are also like cats for example
-an alien historian specialising in human history shows a video recorded from WW1 and the humans in that room immediately zoom in on the explosions
-we like to push stuff, so aliens have learnt to stick everything down on surfaces but the problem is that humans are incredibly stubborn
-humans just doing batshit crazy stunts like jumping from roof to roof like cats do
-humans are also dogs
-humans can be very aggressive if taught to be from a young age
-humans are loyal to thier friends and family and will protect them at any cost if danger is nearby
-humans also love affection and attention and it is quite common of seeing them showing these acts to friends or demanding it
:D
“Haven’t you heard?”, the crew’s Historian purred, delighted on the news. “Humans pull off the skins from their bodies all the time!”
The Engineer trembled around her unusual form, all four of her arms grabbing the table with anxiety. “Pull off their skins?!”, she asked, horrified. “Like the taru when the two suns rise in red?!”
“Oh, didn’t you hear me?”, the other continued. “They do that all the time! When they wake up, when they go to work, when they come back from it. A new skin for every moment!”
The Engineer became smaller, old instincts of alert kicking in. “How can they regenerate their skin so fast?”
“I have no idea!”, the Historian told them, spinning around their chair and drinking a large glass of water. “Must be because of that harsh planet they came from. I heard the ground roars from time to time to wreck everything… It becomes angry. I think it tries to eat the creatures so the planet’s core can keep itself warm”.
“Awful”, the smaller one whispered. “But why do they keep pulling off their skins?!”
“Oh, I think it’s all for show. They don’t have a time for mating, you know? Must be because they are looking for someone to be their partner. Or maybe it’s all shows for strenghts, to prove one is better than the other. These humans didn’t take long to get out of their planets, like us. They are still more of an irrational animal than an intelligent creature…”
“Oh, shut up with these stupid legends”, the crew’s sole human shouted from behind. Both Historian and Engineer jumped from their seats, looking at the Psychiatrist. “And stop watching videos of artists pulling off their makeup! You’re scaring everyone off me, you foolish storyteller! Come here, right now, and I’ll show you what pulling a skin off is like-!”
—
If you want to see more of this, consider buying me a Ko-Fi, commissioning me or just taking a look at my writing!! Thank you, and have a lovely day <3
The Humans That Sing
This is a new thing I'm trying. Poetry was never my forte but I figured I'd give it a try. Enjoy.
The humans that sing are rare
Those that sing freely are there
But to be one that sings
with friends in a ring
Such happiness belongs with them.
Oh to be one that does
To sing freely - without pause
What greater a joy is there?
Now the humans have reached the stars
And mixed their music with ours
Now we can sing
With those in a ring
Such happiness and joy is ours.
It was a ship wide rule to never interrupt human’s movie night. It was a quiet and safe group activity to strengthen their pack bond, and it was normally a movie that other species couldn’t understand. I knew this rule, but curiosity got the better of me.
After watching the entire movie with the humans, I went to the ship’s biologist. He allowed me inside.
“What troubles you Cannan?” Ghro asked.
“I joined the humans’ movie night. I had always heard their movies were more, fantastical. The feats were certainly impossible, but there appeared to be no discernible story. The humans seemed very intense while watching, so I know I must be missing context.”
Ghro nodded. “Many human movies require specific context to understand. Tell me, what is the name of the movie and I will research it for you.”
“They called it Olympic.”
Ghro paused. “Cannan, this is very important, did they call it only by Olympic or was there something else?”
“The Olympic maybe. Does that matter?” I asked.
Ghro nodded, and pressed a button to page a medic.
“You’re scaring me,” I said, glancing instinctively towards an exit.
“What you saw was not a fictional movie. You were watching The Olympics, a quadrennial competition of human athletes all attempting to best previous human limits.”
I laughed. “No, of course not. One human ran 100 minsecs in 8.97 seconds. You can’t possibly expect me to be so foolish as to believe you.”
Ghro said nothing. I frowned.
“This isn’t funny Ghro.”
“I’m not joking.”
I stood up, aggravated. “I know humans are absurd but they aren’t super beings. They have limits. Humans are meant for land and climbing, so the female who swam faster than a frullo is not real.”
Ghro said nothing again. I shook my head.
“Take it back! It’s not real! Humans cannot lift as much as a Helvsparr! Four arms are stronger than two!”
Ghro glanced at the page indicator. He wouldn’t tell me the truth. I felt anxiety rise. I grabbed my arms.
“Humans aren’t capable of that. They just aren’t. Their bodies can’t handle it.” I insisted.
“Those humans in the Olympics train their entire lives to reach these limits and push past them. You are not the first to fail to understand how their body allows this. Many scientists have been retired because their minds could not grasp the lunacy of human biostats.”
I had to know. I had to know. I turned and ran.
-
I knew Cannan was not prepared for the truth. Unfortunately his species, Faetatia, can identify lies with frightening accuracy. I had no choice but to give him the truth.
He could not handle the truth, and so his instinct to run kicked in. I got up and followed him, keeping a safe distance. I also alerted the medics to find us in the halls.
I found Cannan gripping a human, Mario, and screeching for the truth. Mario looked concerned and unsure.
Medics came and used a gas to render Cannan unconscious and carted him away. He would undergo testing to be sure his mental functions were still well and then reassigned to a ship without humans.
“Ghro, what happened?” Mario asked.
“Cannan watched the Olympics and could not believe that humans are capable of such things.”
“Oh. You told him those were extreme cases right? Not every human is like that?” Mario asked.
“I could not, because every human has the potential. That thought frightens many, too many.”
“I guess the Olympics are gonna be banned on ship wide movie nights then, huh?” Mario asked.
“I’m not sure. They do just as good a job of pacifying humans as they do frightening other species, so it is the Captains call.”
Colors
My other posts related to the senses: Taste and Smell and Touch
This has been brought up, but I kind of want to think about it a little more.
Human sight is a big part of how we experience reality, and people have talked about how our colored sight could be really rare.
I am now taking this idea and running with it.
I saw a post that talks about how humans would have to re-paint rooms that use really stressful colors, but what if the color that the human used to re-paint the room was stressful to a different type of alien.
Maybe the galactic community has spent years finding a specific color that works for all species, and then suddenly these humans come in with their weird eyes, and blow the whole thing up.
What if the aliens gave a human a color coded puzzle, butthe human can’t see half the colors on it. (I’m pretty sure that they’d try to solve it anyway-) People have talked about aliens being able to see our stripes, and being able to see us glow, but no one thinks of the color implications of that.
Rubix cubes is space would have to have so many variations